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The point of no return

When we were children
We knew nothing of this planet
In the wood we’d build our dens
Play war games with our plastic guns
And cowboys and Indians
Then I’d be the Lone Ranger
Or Roy Rogers with Trigger,
Sledging in the winter
Swimming naked in the lake
In the heat of summer
Playing doctors and nurses
With the girl next door
We had no idea what to expect
The world was an adventure
A great big planet
Waiting to be explored
Yet, now we are grown, we find
Life did not fulfil its promises
None of us grew up to be astronauts
Flying missions to Mars
Zapping the alien horde
With supersonic ray guns
Saving mankind from annihilation
So, we yearn for those simpler times
Those happy carefree days
A fabulous, magical time
In the land of our imagination
That wonderful world of our own
Where anything was possible
But, those years are gone
Never to return
Save in our dreams

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Oh not so, not so, if you would have them back all you have to do is recreate some of it, even at 60 we were making a Dodo group and brought to it absurd thoughts and ideas, walked up the mountains like wild people and spun unbelievable tales as we went. Much laughter over wine and a good feast in the evenings, even mentioning those adventures we had when young and reliving them in our chatter.

Walking in the Dolomites along Via Ferrata/Klettersteigen/difficult paths with a carabine and ropes at 60 yrs too, no one has to stop, unless they have to.
I worked in a kindergarten when I was 57 yrs-67 yrs(when I retired) and we climbed trees, made swords usually to use to grill our sausages on! We made up adventures and hid ourselves all very seriously just like children all of us. The answer is never to grow up, at least never become self conscious of taking part in mad schemes that those who follow the norm dislike, the conservative, those who feel they ought to set an example to their children and end up being boring and conservative.

I liked you poem by the way!!!
Nordic cloud.

"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

My children have often told me I should grow up (I think I embarrass them) but I'll stay as I am, thank you very much. I have just spent 6 weeks at my childhood home and there were so many memories there, mostly good ones, and I found myself wishing I could turn the clock back to when life was simpler.

John

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Thanks Lonnie, the only trouble with doing the things we did as kids is that we'd probably get taken awat by the men in white coats.

John

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I was wondering...
at this age

why we wonder about age
at this stage

all is a mental comprehension,
years is a mere number
old guys perform better
than many a younger
well maybe at times...
in all and many spheres
including meter and rhyme

loved

Growing old is unavoidable, growing up is an option

John

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Wonderful

loved

I told my niece it was a secret, and she kept the secret for 20 years.
I looked at the old Astrakhan coated ladies with mechanical legs
and listened to their banal banter and decided, at the age of
7, never to become 'grown up' and be like them.
I run as I did when I was 7 and don't out on sophisticated airs.
Ask Joe!

ann

"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

Do you know
why the word
EXCEPTION exists ???

it's because of folks
like us
e x c e p t i o n s
Do count me as
O N E

loved

Okay Mr. Exception. Not a bad name. Individual. You are that.

Nordic cloud.

"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

My self INDIVIDUAL
ISTAN
LOVED
AND
MANY MORE

loved

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